In spirit we're brothers


In spirit we're brothers,
We believe in getting the two
And we will feed to the grave
Hostility to the country's native pests!

It is time to come, the hour,
Rise dormant peoples -
The holy army of freedom
In their ranks will see us!

It is time to come, the time will come
Mladen forces grow
Eagles soar and the chain of violence
Iron beak tear!

(Song has many options; is one that corresponds to the entry), 1903